Cody

Cody 6

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Crickets. Dreams.

Little moans and sighs.

Hugs.

The scent of a perfect fucking man. Crisp bed sheets.

A whisper of a breeze. A dog making happy sounds from the deck floor.

Bats.

Stars twinkling, a mountain so beautiful in the distance it would make a grown man cry.

Snuggling. My new buddy, who had deliberately remade himself into my fucking wet dream right there in my arms. Sighing little sighs.

Then, I heard it. The crunch of tires in the distance.

"CODY."

"Wh...?"

"River. NOW."

He turned over to look at me... eyes still sparkling, sleep in them.

"I mean it Code. Fucking RUN."

I had told him the story without actually using words. He knew about the big prick and I didn't think, I couldn't imagine he had survived but he would be the only one who could be approaching. My brother would have had the courtesy to call.

I could hear the engine now, racing at full tilt bozo grinding through the cornfield.

"CODY!"

"GO!"

He shot out of bed, grabbing his jeans, boots, and tee shirt and flew out the back door, and I disappeared inside the house.

The dog was confused. She paced the porch.

I heard the anger in the acceleration of that engine and it was frightening.

No. I have no guns.

This was. Insane. There was the sound of an impact from directly behind the cabin. Metal crunching. I didn't want to look. I heard the creak of metal on metal as a door opened and slammed.

A really deep voice said very loudly "You THERE faggot?" He spat it at the cabin in the darkness. Again.

Yep. I'm here, and I'm ready for you. You big fucking prick.

I sat on that wet sofa, the fabric covered in drying Cody juice, and waited.

I heard the screen door creak on the back porch. Boots.

A big pause and silence. Appraising the candles, the cot, the blankets and pillows, the glasses on the table.

"Make yourself a new boyfriend asshole?"

He said before gripping the back door knob, twisting it and inviting himself in.

I have to hand it to myself. He was devastatingly handsome. He filled the fucking door frame. BIG motherfucker.

Six feet 8 now. Barely fit through the fucking door. He was wide, his shoulders at least 33, maybe 34 inches in width. BIG plates of muscle. big fucking biceps. His clothing was groaning under the strain of covering him. He was hairy as hell, but (again, sue me for my perversions) but lightly, thickly, Like a fucking human scrub brush, every inch of him covered in dark fur, all of it accenting the patterns of his musculature, lying flat against his skin. I couldn't see all that right now but I'd witnessed it. It was breathtaking. Captivating. He was (oops) one of my fantasies, and even if it pissed HIM off I didn't mind one. fucking. bit. WOOF. BIG bear.

"How did you fucking survive that?"

That stopped him for a moment.

"I almost drowned, you sonofabitch."

"That was the fucking intent, you big fucking sadistic pissed off creep."

"I had to climb over a goddamn mountain."

He was scratched, bruised, scarred. He had a mean gash on his forehead, probably from getting tanked by a hundred pounds of steel.

He looked around the big room. I had the feeling he was trying to seek something to kill me with. His eyes settled on the fireplace hardware. Cast Iron. He saw me catching the glance. He snarled at me.

I decided a good strategy might be an introduction, since I certainly had not had the common sense nor the understanding that formalities were in order in our ... earlier encounter. I really hadn't had time to think about it.

"I'm Stuart."

It worked.

"I'm Brad, faggot."

Brad. He was named Brad.

Monosyllabic name. Color me shocked.

I hadn't yet set the house on fire but I would if it stopped his aggression. I was still getting the hang of this but I had a hunch about how this shit worked after the earlier emotional connections with Cody.

I turned to Brad and looked at him. He stopped. He didn't approach. He didn't move.

I apologized. Not verbally. Just with my eyes.

"It's not okay, you know, Stuart."

Well, shit. He had emotions.

"You changed me."

"I know."

"I'm not gay."

"You are now, big man."

I stood up, walked to the refrigerator and pulled out two beers.

Held one up to him.

He took it.

"Have a seat."

He did, sitting down on a sofa filled with Cody muck.

I grabbed a chair and stared at him. I was amazed this worked without touching.

The big brute had gone from murderous to much calmer and I had not done anything other than introduce myself.

"What is it with you, Brad? You just drove a truck into a tree outside and you wanted to fucking kill me. For the second time in a few days."

He looked down at his beer bottle, and back up to me with dark brown wide eyes.

"You have no idea how much changed in that moment in the fucking parking lot."

"I knew you did it."

"I knew it was your fault."

I stood up.

"Don't fucking come near me."

I walked back to the kitchen.

"hungry?"

I was buying time for Cody. I wanted him down that river.

"No."

"I want to beat the fuck out of you."

I turned and looked at the big brute.

Yeah, I made him bigger, but he looked fucking GOOD this way.

Every gay mans wet dream sitting there on a sofa groaning under his masculinity.

Brad (fuck me) was... A FUCKING DADDY. He wasn't just a gay man's fantasy. He was what EVERY man wished he could become. Hung. Hypermasculine. Built like a truck. Monsterous. He could lift shit I couldn't even DREAM about moving. He could stop people on the street with a smiling glance. He was handsome, scary, attractive, and captivating. Devastatingly hot. He had facial stubble now. It complimented his dark hair and deep brown eyes.

I smiled at him.

"No. You want to fuck me again."

It happened again.

His dick grew down his leg and he got VERY wet, his jeans were soaked at the end of the big smarmy uncut head.

"Stop it," he said quietly.

"Don't like it?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked.

"Yep."

I stared at his throbbing dick drooling down his leg. It looked painful.

"Leave me the fuck alone and you can go back to being a closeted faggot for the rest of your life, you big sonofabitch."

He gaped at me, raised his eyebrows.

Cody hadn't done exactly what I asked.

I heard the screen door close behind me very gently, just a slight "snick", outside the cabin's back door. A creak on the deck floor that could have been the cabin shifting, a tree moving, anything.

"And stop trying to blame me. I only made you what you always wanted to be. I did NOT choose what you became."

"FUCK YOU!!!"

He stood and approached me.

"You already did, and you are really fucking good at it."

He stopped and mentally played back the memory of my reactions.

He smirked.

"I know."

"Well, good for you, Brad."

He was almost within arm's reach.

I looked up at the beast.

I didn't know how to handle this. Confrontation was different, and it was really uncomfortable.

I willed him with my eyes. another foot or two.

I turned to the fridge.

I opened it and pulled out two bottles.

"Another beer?"

He reached out. I handed it to him.

Big mistake, again you motherfucker.

It was a really minor touch.

He changed immediately.

Same size. It affected nothing physically, but Cody had educated me earlier. I could have done tons of shit to him but he became... a whole person, not full of conflicting emotions about his sexuality. His angry expression softened, and he stopped breathing like a locomotive. And he was still really horny. Like he wanted to FUCK THE PLANET.

That big mean uncut dick was still dripping in those very over filled jeans. I almost started drooling myself from the vision. He was no longer pissed off.

He took a swig of his beer and grinned at me. He fucking. grinned. That was scary, and almost made me want to drop to my fucking knees.

Big. mean. grin. Even hotter.

I knew Cody was looking in the window watching the encounter.

If I were him and not running away in a canoe I would have had my face plastered to a window watching, but I'm a voyeur and a pervert, and I will admit it all fucking day long. I have no fucking shame, and I will say it fucking again. I am no saint.

"Brad."

"Stuart."

"Can we start the fuck over?"

"One condition."

"What the fuck?"

"You fucking tried to kill me."

"How about you introduce me to your hot fucking piece of tail on the back porch?"

Holy. fucking. Christ.

He knew all along. He knew Cody was fucking there. His eyes laughed at me. He was after Cody. I think he may have sensed him and driven over the mountain not looking for me but to have a taste of something he'd never had. What he didn't know was that Cody was better at this than me.

"He's NOT mine, Brad. He is VERY much his own man. You have no idea. And don't be demeaning. He's way more than a piece of ass. He may be a gift to us all."

I looked at the back porch door and nodded. The sound of the the catch releasing, and the seals releasing. Cody stepped into the big room and stood very, very still, regarding us with apprehension.

Brad looked at me, grinning, and then over to Cody standing in jeans, boots, and (now stained) white tee shirt, fully a foot shorter than Brad, looking up at him, questioningly.

Brad looked like a wolf about to eat prey.

Be careful big guy. I actually think Cody is way stronger than me and could devour you with a glance.

Brad's dick became harder if that was even possible. It snaked down his left leg, and he winced at the constriction of his jeans, wet and too tight for what I had made him become.

"OK. Both of you."

They both turned and looked at me.

"Go sit at the table and be nice to each other."

Brad seemed perfectly ok with being nice to Cody. He smirked. He really wanted him.

Fuck I would like to WATCH Brad being nice to Cody.

Brad turned to me.

"Now what?"

"How about some food, cowboy?"

I cooked... lightly. Peppers. added some tomato. feta. Spread it over flatbread and sliced it, returned a tray to the table with a side of baba ganoush.

Added some olive oil to the table.

Brad looked at me like he had died and gone to heaven

Wait until you wrestle the real stud in the room, I thought.

Cody looked up at me with a questioning gaze. I nodded at him. He grinned, tight lipped. Brad was everyone's ideal daddy. He just... needed a little training.

I knew somebody up to the task.

I looked down at Cody's crotch. A pastime of mine, now.

He was SOAKED. I mean... his jeans were fucking wet. From the waistband (yeah, he wasn't like me, his dick pointed straight north) right down to the vee of his jeans we was fucking dripping wet. He was sitting in a pool of the shit on his chair. My eyes caught his. He blushed, twinkled, looked down at his plate, back at me, and smirked.

Apparently when he had made himself smaller he had also realized his preference for big men.

I was really proud of him. He was handling all of this really well, and he wasn't even fully MADE. I was apprehensive because Brad had been a prick (well not just a prick, ... a murderous prick), but after our earlier encounters I figured Cody would be able to handle him. Already Cody was better at this shit than me. He took it very seriously. This had to be wearing him the fuck out.

Brad was about to get a real present.

We chatted. Most of it was mindless, but a lot about the climb over the mountain, Brad being stuck under the boat, his hike back up to his truck, the bruises, an encounter with a wolf (now dead).

I mentioned to Brad that we better go take care of his truck.

He blushed.

"Sorry."

"Let's just get it in behind the cabin and we can figure it out tomorrow."

So after having a little food we all went out and surveyed the damage.

Not too bad. He hadn't done anything more than skidded into my favorite fucking maple, one my mother and I had planted together when I was five years old, and the tree wasn't damaged, other than this year's bark being scraped. His fender was fucked.

He was really shy about it.

"Brad. Back the fuck off the tree and pull your bent assed truck behind the house."

"We will paint the tree tomorrow."

"Just park your fucking truck like a normal human being."

"I don't want Sheriff Hooter coming down here and asking questions."

He did. While he was doing it Cody looked up at me and sparkled in the light.

"Go for it big guy. He's an incredible top."

He laughed out loud.

"Can I watch?"

"No."

I stared at him.

"I want you to help."

I fucking lost my shit again, looking into those big brown eyes. His eyebrows raised. The dimples reappeared.

"What?"

"I want you to make us match."

"What do you fucking mean?"

"I trust you. You will figure it out."

"But I want you to be there the whole fucking time. Don't leave me."

Never, Cody. Fucking NEVER.

"Don't let him hurt me."

"You know what you're asking me, Cody?"

"Yes."

"Protect me."

"I think you are perfectly capable of doing that yourself."

"Not like you would be if I'm threatened."

I nodded at my new buddy, and turned to look at the big man getting out of his Chevy.

He looked ridiculous like this, big dick snaking down his left leg, dripping wet. Well, not ridiculous, but ridiculously smoking hot. Cody seemed giddy. The dog was racing around us, sniffing us. She was getting BIG fucking whiffs of man scum.

Code looked down. I glanced at him. He was looking up at me sparkling.

I had a feeling BIG shit was about to go down. I hope we didn't do permanent damage to the house. I still hadn't cleaned up the broken coffee table.

So... we went inside.

The dog followed.

"I have a chore to do. Cody, get this man a drink."

I turned away from the two of them and set about cleaning up the living room floor. Broken shards of wood were everywhere.

I was sad for a moment when I realized there was blood on some of them, then remembered I fixed him afterwards and smiled. He had begged for it. What a champ.

I had a feeling that Brad was going to be VERY surprised by him. Cody had skills. I had a feeling Cody already had skills I didn't KNOW he had.

I decided the lighting was off. The interior of the living room is lit by big glaring fluorescent lights, utilitarian and effective for cleaning and chores, but not very, ... mood setting. I turned them off and... I had seen this before but it was unexpected to my guests.

Starlight shone through the windows, sparkling on the oak floor finish.

I reached into the kitchen cabinet and pulled out two kerosene lamps, lit them, and put them on two tables in opposite corners of the room.

This cabin is fairly large. It sits on four acres, and it's not modest like Cody's. It's 20 feet by 60. Three bedrooms. Two baths. All the appurtenances. Washer. Dryer. Microwave, a huge kitchen, and three refrigerators (Family get togethers require food). That porch Cody and I had snoozed on last night housed fishing poles and boat cushions, a grill, and of course a trunk for boat gear.

It's casual, and utilitarian, also not like Cody's construct. Almost mean in its minimal construction.

There was a clothes line stretched across the porch for hanging towels and wet gear from the river, and thirty feet off the back porch door there was a pavilion built of rough hewn lumber, 15 x 25 feet with two picnic tables under it, and a fireplace and a built in grill. We stored boat paddles and other river gear in the rafters.

Sue me. We were a family of river rats.

After my parents passed away they left this to the kids.

So it really COULD have been my brother last night, but... again, he would have had the courtesy to call.

Cody and Brad were enjoying sitting at the table and taunting each other. Brad had a strange look on his face. I THINK Cody might have... affected him a little, but he may have only done it with his charm. No. It was more. Brad seemed drifty, but I didn't get how yet.

Code was doing his thing.

"Gentlemen."

They looked up at me.

"Fire?"

Brad grinned.

"Help, please."

"Cody. Grab some ice and put it in a bucket. Brad, grab whatever you like out of the fridge."

I grabbed a bottle of bourbon and some glasses.

I looked down at the dog snoozing by the table and twisted my head at that one eye regarding me and headed for the back door. She stood up and stretched.

Fuck. opening the door, the sound of the river in the background and the mountain looming over us, the stars, the sound of the crickets... seriously. This is the most beautiful place on earth.

We walked out the screen door and headed to the pavilion. It had a big aluminum fish my oldest brother had cut and burnished, pounded the details of a large mouth bass into it on the side facing the house.

Most everyone in the family (with one exception, sorry) liked fishing. I liked going fast. I liked the rapids and whooping at the drops, and those moments when you have a revelation like "I can't believe that shit just happened!"

There's a rack full of boats sitting on the way to the pavilion that we passed. John boats (Now minus the one with a four foot beam), canoes, and my kayak is normally stored discreetly out of sight under the pavilion eaves. I haven't ever met anyone without serious river skills that can handle it, and it would be very attractive to someone who might not understand it's a tool and not a toy.

It was still buried in weeds by the river.

I set the glasses on a table with the bourbon, and went about gathering wood to make a fire.

Cody, industriously, had walked down the hall and found the linen closet behind us, foraging for blankets. I set out chairs and blew into some kindling. Within fifteen minutes we had the beginning of a warm outdoor paradise under the stars sparkling with firelight. Brad had settled into an hemlock chair backed with a Cody supplied afghan crocheted by my grandmother and was regarding the two of us like he did not know what the fuck to do with us.

Well. too. fucking. bad.

I think we know EXACTLY what to do with you.

There was very little breeze and this was really comfortable, warm, and we settled into that place you go when it's dark and quiet and logs are snapping, sparking, and cascading a mysterious and wonderful light of blue, orange, red, purple, yellow upwards. It's hypnotizing and so captivating. Cody sat between us, and he almost seemed to be drifting off.

I sipped.

"Brad?"

"Hmm?"

"Main event?"

"I don't think I even care right now."

THERE was the Cody change. A lack of urgency.

"There's a big fucking change."

"Fuck you."

"We've been over that already."

"You're an expert."

He smiled. Grunted a bit of laughter.

"Asshole."

His eyes sparkled in the firelight.

Cody was not saying anything. I was a bit worried.

The dog had taken up a space in front of Cody and was curled up safely away from the hearth, enjoying the heat of the fire, at his boots.

Cody stirred.

"Wh..?"

Brad sat up.

"You ok little man?"

I looked at the two of them.

oops.

They were looking at each other like they had just discovered sex.

"Yeah, big guy."

"Totally OK."

Cody was sparkling at him.

Brad was fucked and he didn't even know it.

The dog opened an eye and looked up at me.

I grinned. Here comes the breaking furniture part.

Jesus I'm glad this town has thrift stores.

Cody was pretty much now permanently erect, but Brad had softened. His jeans had actually started to dry. Until he heard Cody say "big guy."

Cody had the same fucking effect on me.

He could light my fire in a heartbeat, and it was like I didn't know what hit me.

I heard Brad sigh.

Big fucking lug, acting like a schoolgirl.

He got up so his blush wouldn't be noticed... went and got a beer out of the bucket.

What COULD be noticed is what Cody had done to him, on his return. The monster was back, pulsing, and it was again beginning to drip. His leg must be really fucking sticky.

He was noticeably more amiable.

Told you, big lug.

You are completely fucked and you have no idea the ride you asked to ride. You seem tall enough.

Cody had done that with a fucking glance.

I had to concentrate. Cody was half fucking asleep.

These shenanigans were really entertaining. I got up, put two more logs on and made it a roaring fire.

The red walls of the utilitarian cabin in the background flickered in the firelight behind us.

The trees around us caught the light in their leaves, and shuffled in the slight breeze, their leaves' reflection changing from light green to dark, providing us with a canopy of changing color.

Brad had an evil mind.

Well no fucking shit. He punch fucked me and tried to kill me.

He sat up and turned to Cody.

"I need to take you to bed now Sport."

Cody opened his eyes dreamily.

He blinked.

He turned his head.

Looked at Brad, and still sleepy, said

"Not without Stuart."

So, this is the second time since I met him that I felt like he was going to punch me. At least this time he didn't seem murderous.

"You demanded this?"

He was fucking snarling at me.

"Fuck you."

"No."

"Tell him, Code."

He was still dreamy.

"I want Stuart to help us."

The rain started.

The dog HATES storms.

It fucking started POURING, and there was thunder, lightning, and although we were protected by this sheet metal roof, the dog was fucking frightened.

NO. She was going critical. She climbed through the slats under my chair and cried.

"My companion says the relaxing moment is over, guys."

Cody responded:

"She does seem to rule the roost."

"You should know."

"I had to borrow a friend's Jeep to get to you."

"Cody."

"Yeah?"

"It's your Jeep."

"I'll buy you a new light bar."

"you... just scared me."

"Vice versa, Champ."

"I thought I had made another BRAD Asshole."

Brad glowered at me and stared at the fire for a second, shaking his head.

Cody looked down, then back up and did that thing again, sparkling in the dark.

"OK."

"Dog inside now."

We VERY reluctantly retreated from the fireside.

Cody grabbed the blankets and afghan. We didn't want to leave this comfortable space by the fire, our relaxation, our comfort.

But.

The fucking dog.

So on the way into the cabin, after we raced through the pouring rain, holding the door open for the poor scared little girl, I said:

"both couches in the living room open into queen sized beds."

"I can take one."

"Y'all can have the other."

Brad looked at me angry.

"Cody wants this together. It's us with him. Not. fucking. separate."

It was delivered hard, with no options for negotiation. This is what Cody wanted.

"OK man."

"Can I make a suggestion?"

Brad looked at me like I was fucking staring at a dog and was threatening to take his favorite chew toy away and said

"WHAT?"

"why don't we lay down in a bed together?"

I raised my eyebrows at him.

Cody, having put shit back in the fridge, witnessed the tail end of the encounter, and said

"Guys. Quit pissing all over each other."

"I am really tired."

"I know Champ."

"You are almost finished."

"Can I have double big guy hugs and a fucking blanket?"

Well what the fuck do you do with that?

I pointed to the last door on the right.

Brad lead him while I got a quilt.

Cody was asleep before Brad and I pulled soft cotton over us.

"mmmm."

"yep."

"Fucking amazing."

"You have no idea."

The dog had taken up residence right beside the bed, so fucking scared of the storm she was shivering. "shh."

She calmed.

Brad reached over Cody and put a big palm on my shoulder.

"Thanks for not killing me, Brad."

"You're welcome."

I drifted off into his touch. I snuggled back against him and Cody and slept.

The dog snored.